"I can't when you don't even care.."
"I never said I didn't care!"
"But you don't!"
Once they were enemies, now they're lovers. Let's see what happens four years later. Have they been able to keep themselves together? Have the stayed together? What...
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Sometimes it's not the butterflies that tell you you're in love, but the pain... -Pallavi
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"We have a critical patient!" Someone called from the Ambulance entrance.
I had just changed out of my work clothes, ready for a seven-hour flight when everyone started scrambling around.
"Car wreck on the intersection, a male, in mid-twenties, brown hair, brown eyes. Trauma to the neck, chest and arms..."
Automatically my brain thought Ryan, but that was just me being paranoid. I had a tendency to think the worst in every situation when the description fit anywhere close to his.
"Clear surgery room fifteen, and I'm going to need an IV with a drip of..."
"His heart rate is dropping!"
Paranoid or not, the case seemed to be an exciting one. So despite being ready to leave, I put my white coat back on and walked around the corner.
I don't think anyone has ever been ready to see someone on the brink of death. It was terrifying in any situation. The feeling of never knowing what happened or how to not know if you'll ever be able to speak to them again. To ever hug them and tell them you love them. Your heart breaks into a million pieces while not knowing the outcome, and it all happened within a minute of seeing this patient.
